The heartthrob cannon fodder just wants to take the first place in the exam

"...It hurts."

Zong Huai gently stroked his shoulder blades, his movements were gentle, and his hands were smooth and soft.

"I'm not afraid of pain." Bai Zi said nonchalantly.

"It's embarrassing to cry in pain." Zong Huai continued.

"..." Bai Zi choked slightly, unable to refute for a moment.

But he decided to be a rogue.

Arguing with reason, he must learn Zong Huai's tattoo.

Zong Huai had no choice but to draw a very small circle, only agreeing to such a large area as Bai Ziweiwen.

Bai Zi was slightly dissatisfied and disgusted: "It's not as big as a bottle cap, it's too humiliating."

Zong Huai seemed to be smiling, and the corners of his lips hooked up very indistinctly, and he pressed his palm on Bai Ziwei's back, reluctant to let this piece of skin be covered by lines and colors.

He leaned over and kissed the back of Bai Ziwei's fair neck.

The caressing fingers slid down at the same time, almost brushing over the entire smooth back, slowly setting off a trembling itch everywhere.

"...What are you doing?" Bai Ziwei felt uncomfortable, muttered and broke away from his hand, turned around and pressed his back on the sofa.

No touch, no look.

"Don't be angry, don't do it anymore." Zong Huai coaxed him.

He picked up Bai Ziwei's ankle, rolled up a small part of his trousers, and kissed his protruding ankle bone, his toes visibly trembled.

"Is it okay to have a tattoo here? I'm with you."

Zong Huai said that he would like to have a couple tattoo with him. The pattern is very simple, with small letters arranged in a semicircle.

School was about to start, so Zong Huai quickly contacted the tattoo artist and gave Zong Huai a back tattoo of that shop.

The store manager who gave Zong Huai tattoos is well-known in the industry, but he rarely takes orders. In recent years, he has worked hard to get closer to the artistic level, and basically does not appear in the store.

Like this one, it's too childish, there's no need for him to come forward, and the apprentice will do the tattoo.

Zong Huai had long expected that compared to the big characters on his shoulders, the letters on his ankles were not painful.

The tattoo was completed very quickly, with a simple ring of letters around the ankle bone, Zong Huai's face remained unchanged, but Bai Ziwei, who was watching, turned pale.

Bai Zi slightly remembered the tattoo needles just now, the sharp points pierced into the skin intensively to paint, it made his forehead feel cold and hurt even just looking at it.

Zong Huai glanced at him: "Are you scared now?"

"...Who's scared?" Bai Ziwei's face was calm, but his mouth was stiff: "In such a short time, that's it?"

"Indeed." The tattoo artist laughed, and the silver nails on his lower lip refracted light: "Compared to the one on Young Master Zong's back, this level is not painful at all."

The name "Zong Huai" is not well-known, but it is a black card as soon as you swipe it, and then associate with the uncommon surname, and the obvious characteristics of mixed blood... It is easy for those who are interested to recognize the identity.

It's a pity that in front of strangers, Zong Huai is still indifferent and unfamiliar, the tattoo artist blabbered in vain, shut up obediently, and disinfected Bai Zi slightly.

After transferring the pattern and applying a layer of anesthetic, the tattooist repeatedly asked Bai Ziwei if he was ready, and then proceeded cautiously, piercing the thin white skin of the ankle with the needle.

Young Master Zong's heart, he has to be tighter.

Bai Ziwei's expression distorted for a moment, and then he immediately covered it up, trying to force a smile, chatting with Zong Huai.

It has the momentum of cooking wine and chatting while scraping the bone to heal the wound.

The tattoo artist quickly laid the grass, Zong Huai looked down, Bai Ziwei's toes were shaking with difficulty, and he dared not move.

Zong Huai: "Does it hurt?"

Bai Zi raised his eyebrows slightly stiffly, the corners of his lips curled up, and his expression was exaggeratedly calm and relaxed: "No...it doesn't hurt..."

The next second, tears rolled down without warning.

Zong Huai frowned, and hurriedly erased it for him, feeling a little regretful—he shouldn't have agreed softly.

Bai Ziwei avoided his eyes, he was numb, he was really ashamed and humiliated.

...It really hurts to cry.

In fact, this pain is nothing, Bai Ziwei can bear it, but the physical instinct brought about by the constitution of tear incontinence cannot be controlled, which is very embarrassing.

He widened his moist eyes and tried to stop it, suppressing the crackling voice in his throat, but the tears were disobedient at all, gushing out along with the tingling pain.

Zong Huai wiped everything off before he had time to wet his collar.

One shed tears silently, and the other wiped quietly.

The tattoo artist swallowed, and his subordinates became more careful, and tried to be as light as possible.

Wen Zonghuai's shoulders were not given to him, it was the first time he saw such a delicate person.

I would probably die crying on the spot.

The tattoos only hurt at the beginning, but then the pain almost disappeared, and finally it was done without any risk.

At Bai Ziwei's strong request, the tattoo artist also drew a one-time tattoo for Bai Ziwei, a perfect replica of Zong Huai's back.

Only then was Bai Ziwei satisfied, and after confirming that there was no trace of crying on his face, he took Zong Huai home.

"Finally there is someone like you." Bai Zi turned his back to the mirror in the cloakroom, turned his head to appreciate the grass on his back, his eyes were curved.

Bai Ziwei's back muscles are not obvious, and it's not enough to stand with Zong Huai, who is naturally muscular.

There are unrestrained large characters on the thin and thin back lines, and the muscle texture cannot support the pattern. It is not beautiful and handsome, but has a sense of disobedience as a child stealing an adult's clothes.

But Bai Ziwei just liked it, and looked at it in front of the mirror for a long time, and felt embarrassed, so he kicked Zong Huai out.

Zong Huai laughed, and brought the camera. Bai Ziwei was thin-skinned, and quickly took a piece of clothing to block it.

"Don't shoot!"

"Leave a remembrance."

Zong Huai wanted to tease him, so he pretended to press the shutter button, and Bai Ziwei immediately rushed over to snatch it, blushing from his ears to his neck.

Bai Ziwei successfully got it, turned off the camera and hid the cover, all in one go.

In order to divert Zong Huai's attention, he took the initiative to put his arms around Zong Huai's neck, raised his head and "enthusiastically" touched the other's lower lip.

His two feet touched Zong Huai's ankle inadvertently, and he squeezed his loose pants, his ankle bone rubbed against him lightly, and the tattoos covered with plastic wrap burned slightly painfully on each other.

Bai Ziwei chose hopeful for Zong Huai, and Zong Huai picked the colorful one on his own feet. This is a life wish given to each other, and it is also the best hope.

The transfer of the initiative is only a matter of seconds.

When he was pressed firmly in front of the mirror, sticky and unable to utter a complete sentence, Zong Huai lifted him up with one arm.

Holding Bai Ziwei out of the cloakroom.

"It's time to sleep." Zong Huai raised his head and rubbed his nose affectionately.

Bai Zi slightly opened his moist eyes, and hummed obediently, the ending sound was vague and soft.

time flies.

In the second semester of his third year of high school, Zong Huai began to take the art exams of various schools and traveled all over the country.

In the past, Bai Ziwei and Zong's family would have been very nervous, and Zong Huai was constrained by his illness, making it difficult to communicate normally with outsiders.

When he first entered high school, because of his conspicuous hair color and height, coupled with his handsome face, Zong Huai was inexplicably rumored to be a "school grass", and all kinds of rumors came out.

An Egyptian prince who smuggled in, the godson of the Chicago Mafia, the illegitimate child of an actress and a foreign husband... Zong Huai has had countless unimaginable identities.

When Bai Ziwei heard about it later, he almost laughed out loud.

At that time, many people came here admiringly and wanted to establish a good relationship with Zong Huai, but they were all scared away by his terrifying cold and indifferent eyes.

But now, Zong Huai is actively receiving treatment, the source of stress is almost resolved, and his condition is very stable.

The therapist has done tests and there are already signs of recovery.

Going out alone this time, everything went well, Bai Ziwei gradually felt relieved.

During the nervous review break, Bai Ziwei counted the days, and finally waited until the day when Zong Huai returned to school.

Zong Huai asked him to wait obediently at school.

The empty seat in the last row of the class is always reserved for Zong Huai. Before the college entrance examination, Zong Huai will always review cultural lessons at school.

Most of the art students in No. [-] Middle School will be inserted into special art classes to facilitate the balance of art exams and cultural courses, but there are also a few students like Zong Huai who have excellent grades, so it doesn't matter if they are transferred to parallel classes.

But the whole morning passed, Bai Ziwei didn't wait for Zong Huai, and looked up at the door eight hundred times.

People in the class laughed and laughed as "Watching husband stone".

After the formation of the sophomore group, Zonghuai and Bai Ziwei were acquiesced in the class, and teasing young couples is one of the bad tastes of middle school students. Bai Ziwei became the primary target of attack. He has experienced it too many times and is already calm.

During the physical education class in the afternoon, Bai Ziwei escaped as usual.

It's not that I want to race against time to study, it's just that the weather is too hot and I'm just lazy.

He memorized three pages of vocabulary boringly, and finished the review in less than 5 minutes. Not only these three pages, but he was so familiar with the entire vocabulary book that he was about to rot in his mind.

After all, I have memorized it for three years.

Bai Ziwei lost his mind while holding the book, exerted a little force on his fingers, and the pages he was pinching were wrinkled badly.

Zong Huai's words don't count, and he agreed to come back today, and it's almost late for self-study.

Bai Zi slandered secretly, but he had no choice but to lie down on the table angrily to catch up on sleep.

Soon after Zong Huai came in, all he saw was Bai Zi's sleeping face slightly sideways, wearing only a school uniform and short sleeves.

Zong Huai simply left the suitcase outside, walked in lightly, and approached the first row.

The air conditioner was not turned on in the classroom, and the fan was turned on very fast, and the noise of spinning overhead was enough to drown out the sound of footsteps.

Bai Ziwei probably slept for a long time, his fair cheeks were flushed, his breathing fluctuated evenly, and there was still a suspicious crystal liquid hanging from the corner of his slightly opened mouth.

How did you sleep in such a stupid state?

The corners of Zong Huai's lips relaxed, and they curled up slightly uncontrollably.

Just as he was about to reach out and pinch Bai Ziwei's soft cheeks, the get out of class bell rang, Bai Ziwei stared in fright and sat up straight.

Subconsciously raised his head, Bai Zi was slightly stunned for a long time.

Visible to the naked eye, Qiu Shui's eyes gradually lit up, and the young man almost rushed forward, remembering that this was a classroom, and holding back with restraint.

He suddenly called out Zong Huai's name.

When Zong Huai asked "Why", he pursed his lips and smiled without speaking, Xiao Li's dimples were clear, and he called Zong Huai after a while, never tired of it.

If it weren't for the students gradually coming back to the classroom after class, Bai Ziwei would be able to tease Zong Huai boringly all afternoon.

Zong Huai also patiently played with him, and responded with a smile in his eyes.

Bai Ziwei was sensible and polite to everyone, except for the little bit of arrogance and self-willedness that he didn't want to restrain, all of them were cleaned up by Zong Huai.

Zong Huai couldn't ask for it.